Wotan(wut).

The hunter a deadly wonder in the undergrowth.
The wolf all alert hungry to hurt the lost stray deer in his wooded trap upon the earth.
The raven somewhat blood thirsty descends with the wind of dusk, clawing and grasping an unsuspecting rodent swiftly, ghastly.
Wotan´s spear flies through the forest toward a great bear´s head.
"Twack" the beast was reached even before the sense of safety fled.
The predatory scent in the forest the distant stir and rattle of death.
Here only the brave reside.
As the wood has it´s surveillance from one enchanted eye.
The magic of the hunter, the stroke and the surprise...
In the claws of the raven, in the teeth of the whole pride!